Chords for Soul Cry (feat. Ybgrone)

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94.55 bpm
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E

D

F#m

F#

C#

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Soul Cry (feat. Ybgrone) chords
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I'm a little surfer, [E] look into my eyes
[D] I'm a little [E]
[F#m] [G#] surfer, [E] look into my eyes
If only for a moment,
[D] I'm [F#] a little surfer
[F#m] Remember them nights at the track, we was getting it in, we didn't even have straps
[E] know me, I was fresh out that bitch, they had let me out paper, so it was a wrap
that cell, I went straight to the streets, I wasn't looking for love, I wasn't looking for death
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E
2311
D
1321
F#m
123111112
F#
134211112
C#
12341114
E
2311
D
1321
F#m
123111112
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I'm a little surfer, [E] look into my _ _ eyes
If only for a moment, _
[D] I'm a little _ [E] _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ [G#] _ surfer, [E] look into my _ eyes
If only for a moment, _
[D] _ I'm [F#] a little surfer _
[F#m] Remember them nights at the track, we was getting it in, we didn't even have straps
You [E] know me, I was fresh out that bitch, they had let me out paper, so it was a wrap
Out that cell, I went straight to the streets, I wasn't looking for love, I wasn't looking for death
Found [D] the room and I made it a check, with them selling 3 ones to [E] flip in her house
I ain't see these niggas, they know what I'm bout, so they speak on the social and I went around
There's some niggas I gotta put down, I'm not talking the set, bitch, I'm talking the ground
Can't remember the last time I smiled, man, this shit is wicked, they trying to get me
They pray that [D] I fall so that they can come get me, put this [F#] on the block, if I go, they go with me
I [F#m] remember I had, they look at it, but then I said, fuck it and got me a 50
[E] Merosama, he gave me a ticket, he said, go and take it, get out of here with it
Try to tell him the streets should've dipped it, my papa ain't stopping that nigga, pay his 50
Plus, [D] I'm a crib screaming, RIP, mixin', he paid and he like he gon' [B] get hit with 60
Used [F#m] to fuck on this bitch, I ain't caring for me, this shit got cut cause my new bitch ain't different
Racks in [E] my mouth, don't need ice when I'm sleeping, my partner on powder, I told him he tripping
He a hustler, I told him I get it, but then he got cut cause I'm telling my business
[D] I'm a street nigga, straight out them trenches, put locks [C#] on the trap, just to chase at these millions
[F#m] I thought about myself cause I never been friendly, I never liked talking to niggas
[C#m] If he run up on me, then he gon' sit [Am] a light, I'ma have the white chalk, [E] man, nigga
30 shots in this mag while I'm fucking the facts, I be cautious while we sit on red [D] lights
10 to 4, store in numbers, I fucked up a summer, we [C#] still here and lit to the bread, [F#m] right?
If he switch it up, bitch, I'm like, fuck him, tell my bro, do that hit, he gon' bust me
[E] I was stuck in so hard, if the opps see a nigga with me, then they know not to touch me
Broad day, spark at daughters, whatever, she don't mean she ain't stupid, she know [D] better
I tell her that's a fireball in [E] my fist, I never hit a boost [F#m] cause I know better
You be ready to off your nigga, if a nigga touch you, then he dead, [E] right?
I come from the jungle, just pick up the mumble, this motherfucker come for me and say, hey, Price
We gon' pop him, that bitch hit the bread, right, duck in that swerve room when we sit up fair [D] lights
And I hope he come strap if he try to come snatch, I'ma [A] up from that bitch, let my leg [F#m] strike
He get caught up, I know he gon' rack, and them niggas see what they some fair [E] mice
Ain't fightin' no cases, I'm blessed to be free, I was riskin' my freedom like Aaron Knight
Who them niggas be thinkin' they foolin'?
Bitch, I grew up with y'all, it ain't like [D] that
We was fightin' that alleged, just bangin' with niggas, when y'all seen the opps y'all ain't fight [F#m] back
We took his chain cause we know that you fraud, pussy, you can't get your eyes [E] back
They post on the block with that heat and the drawers of the opp run down, better strike that
He feel like he gangster, we pullin' his card, cause pussy, you know he ain't like [D] that
Don't come around here cappin' and thankin' you hard, [C] cause pussy, you can't get your life [F#m] back _ _ _ _ _
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